[ Again, nothing about that was really a 'no', was it? Hentzau's indulgent smile of temptation remains in place - his partner isn't him and this is a barrier he has climbed many times before. There are multiple persuasive answers he could give, so many ways to overcome this particular protest, all to the same conclusion. Rupert pauses as he selects his weapon, sucking his lower lip briefly between his teeth in a thoughtful bite as he assesses the man beside him with a lascivious eye. God, Rupert loves this part.
What would work best?
A. He can watch B. He can join in C. He doesn't have to know D. He does know you're in a bar full of sweaty twunks in leather off their tits on molly, right? What does he expect to happen to his beautiful, dangerous six-foot-something hunk of a man, sitting alone at the bar like a god damn SNACK
Rupert smiles finally, and decides not to make it about the partner at all. Beneath the lip of the bar he extends a leather booted foot, nudging playfully against the other man's calf. ]
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What would work best?
A. He can watch
B. He can join in
C. He doesn't have to know
D. He does know you're in a bar full of sweaty twunks in leather off their tits on molly, right? What does he expect to happen to his beautiful, dangerous six-foot-something hunk of a man, sitting alone at the bar like a god damn SNACK
Rupert smiles finally, and decides not to make it about the partner at all. Beneath the lip of the bar he extends a leather booted foot, nudging playfully against the other man's calf. ]
And what about you? What are you big on?
[ Say 'monogamy' and Hentzau will be sick. ]